Shhh. Don't tell anyone. The husband's taking B. and E. to the Grandparents this weekend. I calculate I have approximately 28 hours with no-one to please but me!
In honour of this event and the meme that is Poetry Friday amongst kids' book bloggers I found myself reciting this poem on the walk down the hill after school drop off.
Weatherby George Dupree
Care of his Mother,
Though he was only three.
said to his Mother,
"Mother" he said, said he;
"You must never go down to the end of the town, if
you don't go down with me."
Put on a golden gown,
Drove to the end of the town.
Said to herself, said she:
"I can get right down to the end of the town and be back in time for tea."
put up a notice,
"LOST or STOLEN or STRAYED!
JAMES JAMES MORRISON'S MOTHER
SEEMS TO HAVE BEEN MISLAID.
QUITE OF HER OWN ACCORD,
SHE TRIED TO GET DOWN TO THE END OF
THE TOWN- FORTY SHILLINGS REWARD!
(Commonly known as Jim)
Not to go blaming him.
said to his Mother,
"Mother," he said, said he:
"You must never go down to the end of the town without
Hasn't been heard of since.
Said he was sorry,
So did the Queen and Prince.
(somebody told me)
Said to a man he knew;
"If people go down to the end of the town, well, what
can anyone do?"
(now then, very softly)
W.G. Du P.
C/o his M*****
Though he was only 3.
Said to his M*****
"M*****," he said, said he:
All Milne's poems were staples of my childhood. We had a rather nice illustrated edition of 'The King's Breakfast' and not being a fan of marmalade myself I felt great sympathy with the King's quest for butter for his bread. My favourite was 'King John's Christmas' which my father would read very straight and solemn in a manner that would almost reduce me to tears. I really worried about poor, wicked, King John and the paucity of his Christmas stocking.
I also really worried about James' lost mother. I'm not sure 'Disobedience' is a poem for children at all, although the rhythm ensures that read once it will lodge itself in your brain for ever. But as a Mother of a 'barely alive' 5 year old who doesn't want me even going to the toilet without his permission I find a new healthy adult appreciation of it. Fetch me my golden gown I'm outta here...
from 'When We Were Very Young' by A.A. Milne, illustrations E.H. Shepard, pub.Egmont
Yes, that does seem like it is for adults as much as children! Enjoy your weekend :-)ReplyDelete
Enjoyed this one -- found myself chanting along :). Have fun with your free time this weekend!ReplyDelete
Thank you both, I will. If I can get this poem derailed from its internal chugging traintrack in my head. Catchy isn't it?ReplyDelete
Hmm... should I thank you for reminding me of this poem, or curse you because now it will be stuck in my head ALL WEEKEND. That rhyme is too darn catchy.ReplyDelete
heheheh.... sorry ;)Delete
I love this poem -- I memorized it as a child and can still recite it. Thanks for reminding me!ReplyDelete
As Katya writes, this is a stuck-in-my-head poem....lovely to chant along to as one vacuums the house. Enjoy your time to yourself!,,ReplyDelete
Oooooh, how exciting! Having 28 lovely hours to yourself, such simple pleasures.ReplyDelete
I love the illustrations of the poem too alongside the rhythmic quality of the verse. I knew we have forgotten someone very important during our poetry-inspired theme two months back: A. A. Milne!!! Oh dear, oh dear indeed. Thanks for the nudge and reminder.
As my husband puts it accuarately; 'No-one to find pants for but yourself dear'...hurray.Delete